The Music of the Cosmos

I turned off the radio

and heard to my surprise,

a beautifully strange silence,

alone, along my drive

Music that I recognized

from the road and the tires

and the wind rolling past me

gently, along my drive

Melodies of early Spring,

young sprouts, just arrived,

notes made by the budding trees

played, along my drive

The sprinkling, sparkling rain drops

And the sunshine in my eyes,

wove a lovely harmony

and sung, along my drive

The tune of child-like laughter,

and friendships weaving rhyme,

breath and life and growing things

took voice, along my drive.

And listening even closer

I heard the voices cry,

A great cloud of witnesses

praising, along my drive

With joy I finally realized,

as houses passed me by,

the Music of the Cosmos

was there, along my drive